In the morning the heroic types set out just after dawn; marching back toward the ogre lair. The weather is fine, and it's only a short hike, so Dorgan hardly notices the extra load of his shovels and picks.

Any specific marching orders or plan for the approach?

Meanwhile, the ref uses the Arneson method to determine how many ogres etc. may be wandering about versus inside the lair...

Wen flits along in the trail of Dorgan's steady march. Every so often detour off into the trees and singing to those he finds there. When Dorgan finally stops he looks around at the terrain. "We''ll I need a tall tree to set watch in, and if they detect you run towards me I've got Bow, Spell and Wand ready to teach the Ogres a lesson or three."

Highbough bounds in 30' arcs, taking advantage of the red planet's weakened gravitational force to attain mighty leaps. He plucks fruit from the highest treetops, gathers arboreal fungi, and swipes bird eggs from the nest without waking the mother. The wizened Elf constantly scans the terrain for optimum ambush and sniper positions from which to obliterate the ogres.

From time to time, the delusional Elf impatiently hisses over his shoulder, "Catch up, children, I'm not getting any younger! You can't see me of course, I'm invisible, but follow the sound of my voice... voice... voice..."